Chapter 156

Trevor seemed like a completely different person. Angela couldn't shake the feeling that his impeccable behavior was part of a larger conspiracy.

Natalie wiped her tears and said, "Trevor, my poor grandson. You've found your family, but you can't truly be part of it. It breaks my heart to see you suffer outside."

The atmosphere in the memorial hall was notably tense, with everyone casting varied glances at the two.

After leaving the memorial hall, Angela eagerly asked Dexter how he had managed to make the photo frame fall and break without anyone noticing.

"Take a guess," Dexter replied, his smile smug and mysterious.

Angela gave him a flat look. "Aren't you afraid that Great-Grandpa will haunt you for this?"

Dexter chuckled and stopped walking. "Haunt me? Please. I'm so impressive that he'd probably be too busy admiring me to hold a grudge."

Angela rolled her eyes, irritated by his boundless narcissism.

Dexter finally explained, "I had someone break the fake photo frame beforehand and then glue it back together. We tied a strand of hair around it, with the other end secured to the mat. When you stepped forward to offer flowers, the hair got pulled, and the photo fell."

"That's it?" Angela asked, surprised by the simplicity of the trick. She had expected something far more elaborate.

"This simple trick is more than enough to handle someone like Trevor," Dexter said confidently as he stepped outside.

In the end, Trevor didn't become an official member of the family. Yet, as Joseph hinted, he was compensated in other ways.

Over the past two days, Natalie had discreetly gifted Trevor no fewer than five significant assets-three luxurious villas, two small companies, and an abundance of treasures and cash.

It was clear she truly cared for him, even if his sudden appearance had unsettled the family.

What shocked everyone most was that Natalie invited Trevor to live with her in Bamford Manor under the pretense that she needed his care.

Angela, however, was uninterested

in these developments. Even though it was the weekend, she couldn't afford to relax. She meticulously organized all the information she had on Graham Group, preparing her strategy for entering and advancing within the company. The pressure was mounting.

Despite his lack of talent, Bill was remarkably cautious and perceptive. The moment Angela showed any intention of challenging his authority, he promptly countered her moves.

Under his leadership, Graham Group had steadily deteriorated. It might be too late to salvage the situation if Angela didn't act soon.

"It's pointless for you to join the company if you don't own any shares," Dexter said, appearing behind her with his usual bluntness.

Angela froze, then sighed. "I don't understand why Grandpa and Mom didn't leave the company shares to me."

"Maybe they did, and Bill found a

way to take them," Dexter

suggested "But there's no use dwelling on it. You need to get those shares back. The more you have, the

sw nov

stronger your position will be."

As he spoke, Dexter sat down beside her, a steaming cup of coffee in his grasp.

Angela understood this all too well. While she had money at her disposal, without shares, her influence was limited.

"You should look into whether Bill has been involved in anything illegal," Dexter added. "If he has, you might find a way to use it against him."

The suggestion gave Angela a new perspective. She fell silent, deep in thought.

After a while, Dexter asked, "Do you need help? I've been staying here with you and haven't done much to repay your hospitality. I could give you a hand."

"What's the catch?"

He smirked. "That depends on your sincerity."

Just then, a member of the household staff approached to announce the arrival of a guest, interrupting their conversation.